(CN) Animal rights weigh one pound

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China Daily

 

2008-05-30

 

Animal rights weigh one pound

 

 

 

By Neal D. Barnard

 

My first lesson in animal rights was taught to me by a small white rat

that I took home from the college psychology lab.

 

The introductory course in psychology used rats who were deprived of

water for three days and then put in a cage that delivers a few drops of

water when a bar is pressed by the thirsty animal inside.

 

The point of the lab was to show how learning occurs ¡X if an animal is

rewarded for an action such as pressing a bar, the animal will probably

repeat the action. At the end of the course, the rats are put together

in a trash can, chloroform is poured over them, and the lid is closed.

 

One day, I took a rat home from the lab. Ratsky lived for some months in

a cage in my bedroom. And in her cage, she behaved the way I assumed

rats behave. But when I started leaving the cage door open so she could

walk around, I began to see things I hadn¡¦t anticipated.

 

After several days of cautious sniffing about at the cage door, she

began to investigate the world outside. As she explored my apartment

(under my watchful eye), she took an interest in my friends and me.

 

She gradually became more and more friendly. If I was lying on my back

reading, she would come and stand on my chest. She would wait to be

petted, and if I didn¡¦t pay her enough attention, she would lightly nip

my nose and run away. I knew her sharp teeth could have gone right

through my skin, but she was always playfully careful.

 

Like a cat, Ratsky spent hours grooming herself. Given food, water, and

warmth, I found that rats are friendly, fun, and meticulously clean. If

I left a glass of ice water on the floor for her, she would

painstakingly take out each ice cube and carry it inch by inch in her

teeth away from the glass until all the ice had been ¡§cleaned¡¨ out.

 

One day, I noticed a lump in her skin. With time it grew, and after a

long search, I found a vet who specialized in laboratory animals to take

the lump out. It turned out to be a tumor.

 

After the surgery, she painfully tottered a few steps trembling. Despite

the surgery, her condition worsened and her suffering was very apparent.

At night I would sleep with her in the palm of my hand so I would wake

up if she needed my help. Before long, it became clear that Ratsky¡¦s

health was failing and that she was in great distress. Finally, she had

to be euthanized.

 

I carry with me the vivid image of this tiny animal tottering in pain,

of her in my palm trying to pull out the sutures that were a constant

irritation to her. In the months that followed, I began to think about

all the other animals whose suffering I had taken so dispassionately,

and I realized each one was an individual who suffered just as acutely

as the little rat I had held in my hand.

 

And that suffering was just as real whether the animal was a dog, a

monkey, a rat, or a mouse.

 

Now, as a practicing physician, I continue to be puzzled by the

resistance to compassion that I see so commonly in others and that I,

too, experienced for so long. Cruelty to animals is diagnosed as a

psychiatric symptom predictive of antisocial personality. Yet, we often

fail to recognize the cruelties perpetuated so casually in laboratories.

 

The author is a nutrition researcher and adjunct associate professor of

medicine at the George Washington University School of Medicine